Starting tomorrow, there's going to be what I hope will turn into a really fun, interactive contest. To give you a taste, I'll just say this: You might want to start thinking about your favorite ghost stories. It will help you be in the right brainspace.
And now, on to the excerpt!
In which there is badassness beginning:
Spending a few more minutes considering, Jed determined which roof he’d use. A brick storage facility about a hundred yards away gave the best angle and view of the dock area and most access points. Other options were available, sure, but snipers took the easiest route as often as possible. There was enough working against you without worrying about bad wind angles or things blocking the trajectory.
Quietly, Jed worked his way around to the back of the storage facility. Using a dumpster, he climbed his way up to the roof, unholstering his Glock and moving as silently as he could around the ventilation system. And there was his dance partner. The man was in dull camo, rifle scope resting lightly against his cheek as he scanned the area. He wasn’t moving, ever the good little soldier. He didn’t even flinch when the barrel of Jed’s gun pressed into the back of his neck.
"Howdy." Jed grinned. It wasn’t a pleasant expression. "Whatch’a lookin’ for?"